Chapter 155 The table favorite chooses me. I am super cute (52)
Fang Yulu took out all the vegetables in the bag. She was not as rich as Su Yuanfan. The servants did all the cooking at home, and the dishes were various. What she bought were home-cooked dishes.
After she took out the potatoes, Su He had already rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.
He naturally took the potatoes and said, "Auntie, let me do it."
Fang Yulu didn't stop her, nodded, and continued to clean up the remaining dishes.
After cleaning up, she looked at Su He beside her.
I saw him lowering his eyes and washing potatoes seriously. His slender and beautiful hands suitable for playing the piano were doing things that he should not do at this moment, and his movements were not clumsy at all, unlike those young masters. .
When I was working in the past, it wasn't like I never saw young masters from wealthy families. People who were raised in honey pots were always spoiled, arrogant and domineering.
When she first met Su He, he and Su Yuanfan were incompatible, so she defined him as a young master who was not easy to mess with.
But after the real contact, she discovered that Su He did not have the bad qualities of those young masters. He did not speak harshly to her, did not despise her, and did not hate her daughter because of it.
Fang Yulu suddenly remembered that night in her mind.
She was lying on the bed, tilting her head. Next to her was the light of the small desk lamp on the bedside table, and not far away was the light shining into the room from outside.
There was only a small beam of light shining on the doorway.
She saw her daughter and Su He hugging each other. She couldn't see her daughter's expression, but she could see Su He's.
What was rippling in the young man's eyes was all tenderness and love, unabashed love, a strong emotion, like the bright light of crystal, so dazzling that people couldn't look directly at it.
That was the first time she felt that her daughter had really grown up.
At the same time, she also understood what she should do. Su He was a good boy and she had nothing to object to. As long as her daughter liked it, she would like it. Before that day, she had not thought carefully about the relationship between herself and Su Yuanfan, but because of their incident, she had her own thoughts for the first time. Su Yuanfan was not a good person. After thinking about it clearly, she felt much more relaxed.
Fang Yulu asked Su He: "Why do you do these things?"
Su He had already finished washing the peeled potatoes. He took off the chopping board, took a knife, and answered while cutting: "When you are at home alone, you will inevitably have a whim, and when you are bored, you have to do this kind of thing to pass the time. ”
This simple sentence made Fang Yulu feel a different kind of bitterness.
Fang Yulu wanted to tell him that she already knew what happened between them, but Su He was one step ahead of her and said, "Auntie, I know you already know what happened between me and Xiaotang."
He slowed down the speed of chopping potatoes. There was no expression on his face, except that the line from the ear to the jaw was a little stiff, which must be a bit nervous.
"She is a very good person. I don't know if I am the best one or the most suitable one for her. I believe that even without me, she will still meet someone who loves her very much. After all, she is like that , who wouldn’t like it? ”
Su He paused for a moment, then suddenly put down the knife and looked directly at Fang Yulu. There was a thin layer of mist in those dark eyes, and there was a hint of pleading on his cold face. This was a very humble look and shouldn't be. The look that appeared on Su He's face.
"But I still want to catch her, even if I am in a mess and dirty, I still want to catch her."
I have been feeling a bit depressed these days, and both the new and old books are in a bottleneck period. I impulsively opened a new book without thinking carefully about it, and now both books are terrible.
I chatted with the editor today and cheered up a little. After that, I will clear my mind and slowly finish the old books first.
I saw some comments in the comment area, and to be honest, I was very moved.
Having written several books, I am actually still a glass-hearted person. Writing has made me more and more timid. From the beginning, I liked reading reviews and chapter reviews, and then later I didn’t dare to read them, for fear of seeing something that would make me sad. The only thing I learned was to focus on writing the novel and not read those things, lest it affect my personal emotions and make the novel negative.
What touches me is that even if I am so irresponsible, there are still people supporting me behind my back, many, many
Without saying much, thank you, everyone.
(End of chapter)